My Chibi BangTan Book 2 ✔

Explosive Intuitions

(Taehyung's POV)

"Hyung? Are you done with them yet?" I asked out of concern. Yoongi had lost his cool when these two bastards started laughing at the pictures of the abused girls Yoongi was showing them. Not that I could blame him, I wanted to cut them both open right here on the spot.

"You're going to tell me what you know about this little project you're working on." He said with a harsh tone, the one he used when he was tired of pricks playing games... which these two were. They both had been punched, a few slashes on their arms and currently Mr Kentwood has a switchblade sticking out of his leg... but these two were still sick and twisted enough to laugh. Fucking pathetic humans.

"I'm getting impatient Yoongi..." I said with a deeper tone than I intended, I was tired of the games.

"So am I buddy... in honesty I've been thinking about how much we really need these two. I got all this dumb fucks files off his precious computer.. and we have other leads..." Yoongi rattled off an idea... an implication rather.

"Y-You can't... you wouldn't. There's cameras all over this place and they'll see you, they've probably already seen you and are on their way." Mr Renshaw tried to say bravely.. till I walked over with the tablet Jin gave us to monitor the cameras.

"You mean... these cameras?" I asked innocently as I tilted the tablet down so he could see. All cameras were on a loop, perfectly timed and switched only to show Renshaw and Kentwood coming back into their offices. Mr. Renshaw looked shocked.

"Who the fuck are you?!" Mr. Kentwood yelled. Yoongi laughed, then jammed another switchblade into his thigh. Making sure to not hit anything vital.

"AHHHHH!" Kentwood screamed.

"No.. no no.. stop please!" Mr. Renshaw pleaded for a moment. "Just let us go." He tried to demand.

"Tsk tsk... you've still not answered our questions." I replied as I wiped off one of my own daggers I kept in my boot.

"D-don't..." Renshaw glared sternly with gritted teeth at Kentwood.

"Renshaw... I can't... I..." Kentwood pleaded to the other man. Yoongi grinned, holding a larger blade to Renshaw's throat.

"You have two options... don't make the wrong one." Yoongi said plainly as he dragged the blade across Renshaw's throat. Blood spilled out of the open wound like a waterfall, though not nearly as welcoming of a sight. I didn't particularly enjoy the bloodshed... I don't think any of us really did, but we needed to do what we needed to do.

If that meant assholes like these had to bleed out to protect not just us, but the ones who created us.. the ones we loved... I'd happily slit any ones fucking throat. And speaking of...

"How about you? Feeling talkative now, or do you need another example?" Yoongi asked Kentwood with a devilish smirk. I put my hands on the man's shoulders and leaned down to his ear.

"If I were you, I'd answer every question carefully and fully. If you think my buddy here is scary... you haven't seen me mad yet. And judging from those sick little pictures on your computer we found... well.. I've got a lot to be mad over." I whispered. Kentwood shivered and whimpered a little.

"Okay! Okay okay.. I'll answer I'll answer!" He squealed like a little piggy. I rather enjoyed it.

"We don't have all night... So First Question. Where are you keeping Project B134340?" Yoongi asked as he crouched down in front of Kentwood, twirling the blade in his hand around like it was lighter than air.